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Silence. It lasted for minutes before Zabrina could finally respond. "He's not just my guardian", she murmured in a bare whisper, slowly turning to face Damen again as her eyes were faintly glazed with tears.

"He's my ... ex", Zabrina finally forced out. "The day I was born I was told he was supposed to be my soulmate ... my perfect half ..." she murmured, swallowing to hold back tears. "Then I met you ... Things changed ... I realised I didn't love him", she said, her voice barely a whisper this time.

Zabrina rested her chin on Damen's shoulder as she tied her arms around his neck, tears fighting to escape the corners of her eyes. "I don't know what to do anymore", she admitted in what was hardly considered a whisper.

"Do you want him gone....or......gone?"
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"M'lord are you listeni--" he gasped as he opened the Duke's bedroom door, "OH GOOD GOD."
((I'll spare the details of what he saw, but it involved a picture of Damen's daughter.))

This is my signature.
It's a signature.
It's not an art gallery, it's a signature.
-Marshall

Zabrina bit down on the corner of her bottom lip, her eyes displaying a mixture of hurt and confusion. "No ... I -" she stopped for a moment, unsure of how to say what she had intended to. Another tear rolled down her cheek as she moved back slightly, watching Damen's eyes in silence. "I think I'm falling in love with you, Damen", she finally whispered.

Zabrina kissed Damen back gently as a final tear rolled down her cheek, feeling his touch comfort and calm her. Moments passed and she slowly moved back towards the bed, still kissing him softly with her arms around his neck.